The-Silver-Hearted

Maybe if I was taller or skinnier or more delicate Maybe if I didn’t laugh too loud while eating too much Maybe if I didn’t have these stretch marks covering me Maybe if I didn’t have these depressing marks inside me If I was any of these, any of the above maybe you’d hear my actions see my words that cover the pages I almost pass you in class I’m nothing but another one who wants you In you strong personality and an attitude that breaks walls down I don’t even have to have you in a way that I’m allowed to cover you in kisses I just want to be closer, be able to text you at 2 AM when I’m

He never saw it coming, but then again, no one else on the team did. Scout was always so healthy, the youngest of the group. He was always drinking those horrid energy drinks, and he never shut his mouth. RED was sure they knew everything about the boy because of this. They knew of his ma’ and all of his brothers, they knew his love of baseball and that his tooth was knocked out in a fight in third grade. So when his downfall came, Spy and the rest of the team felt practically blind. Spy may have treated the boy unkind and with little patience sometimes, but this world, and the administrator, and RED and Blue, none of them knew just h

The fear of being left behind, forgotten, or ignored It was almost funny, just how slowly it happened, and how ignorant I was to it. How I slowly lost everything important to me. Just like any other teenager, my friends are important. They mean everything to me. But I didn’t see what was happening before it all came crashing down. I don’t have a bad life at all, maybe not perfect, but not terrible. But I’m also not the best person. I am selfish, and pushy, and don’t realize the impact of my words and actions. And that could have been my downfall, why they all left. I noticed people leaving when I was younger. I blam

I no longer know what to feel Or what to think What is the truth Or what is an excellent lie Trapped inside this glass box, it's slowly filling with blood The crimson liquid trickles in, and I know it belongs to them The ones who love me, but I don't know if I love back I don't want to hurt them, but I can feel it brushing my shins My heart is howling at me But I cannot make out the words- I have no guide It's slowly torn apart from three corners, ripped to three pieces It's up to my knees I'm trying to fix this Pressing bandages to stop the bleeding It's not working, instead it re-opens the painful scars It's up to my thighs

Murtagh lay on his back in the middle of a large field. His hands were folded up underneath his head. He felt a chill run through his body as the cool night air brushed him. The thin, black T-shirt and dark jeans weren't much against fall nighttime. Hazel eyes flicked across the starry, night sky above him, almost as if searching for something. Whether it was to make him whole, or human again, or just to help him along the painful journey he called his life, he didn't know. He just knew he couldn't keep it up for much longer. Murtagh was in pain, no matter where he was, or what he was doing. And he could not fix it- and the one way he knew

There are so many wonders in this world From tall water falls, to the colours of the morning sun But my darling, I'll have you know You're the greatest wonder of my world, I'm positive you're my one There is so much in this world I'm not sure of I'm not certain of my favourite song, it's never quite pure But never with you my love, you were always shining the brightest This love I have is so strong, it's the one thing of that I am sure This little feeling deep inside, I know what it is The rest of the world talks of it so much But I never guessed it would be like this Where I always crave your touch There is so much I leave unsaid

A bittersweet liquid flows through my open lips And as it burns, my world almost tips I feel the pain heavy in the back of my throat And to this, the figures behind my eyelids appear to gloat They laugh at their victory, of having achieved my demise My outer shell has crumbled, taking my disguise Away has washed my smiles, Put away like simple manilla files This glass-not crystal, the furthest from it- Trembles in my fingers, almost having a fit The colour or name of this drink I know not, only its sickly bitter stink This is no friend of mine, Yet day and night we are reassigned Back to the palms and lips of one another An almost intimate

Fear pulsing through the previously thought blue veins That run underneath my now marred flesh Which was once so innocent, Believing in Santa Claus, And totally convinced in blue blood It is now covered in marks, cuts, bruises, Pimples and health conditions, Scars are not nearly as beautiful as they are made out to be In the movies and love poems I feel my heart hammering as I write this, Knowing someone will read my words And know of the things I have gone through They will know that writing is the only thing I have left And I have denied this to myself for so long That I am almost afraid I have lost my talent They will know I have hurt